A/N: Thank you MrsMorgan813. I too enjoy a little Hermione/Pansy action! Sorry all, but you're dealing with a woman who likes women. The Hermsy is going to happen. And so will the Drarry! Enjoy.
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25- Lost In Space
"I ne'er thought I'd have yeh two fer detention again," Hagrid greeted Harry and Draco as the two walked up to the half-giant who stood outside the door of his hut, a lantern and his crossbow in his hands.
Harry and Draco had left the women in Hermione's dorm some twenty minutes ago to report to their first night of detention. It had been hard for them to do so because this meant that their free nights together were officially over, and it was made even harder when Hermione had refused to join them, which only worsened when Pansy had taken her side in the matter, saying that they did in fact have to take the Girding Potion off the burner sometime after they left.
Anyway, the women had studying to do and potions to store, and the two men tried not to think about how far behind they could possibly fall with their nights of detention. Sure, they didn't study too much on these nights anyway, but some of their time had been spent being productive rather than just reproductive. This night, it would seem, would be productive for Professor Slughorn; the elderly wizard now able to rest easy for the next two months when it came to harvesting ingredients from the forest.
This was usually left to first year detentions, for Merlin knows what reason, but it was the two "rival" men's job this evening. Minerva had sent them their letters at lunch, which they had decided to take in the Head's dorm, instructing them to report to Hagrid's after dinner, and to be back by one in the morning. Harry and Hermione were equally happy they did not have Ancient Runes the next morning; but that had been overshadowed by the fact that Pansy had History of Magic, and Draco had Advanced Charms.
"Hello, Hagrid," Harry greeted his towering Professor.
"Good evening, Professor," Draco said with as much kindness as he could muster. Sure, he'd gotten over a few social hurtles. Had he conquered all of them? No.
Hell no.
"Harry," Hagrid greeted with a smile, which faded as he turned to Draco to say, "Malfoy." Harry glanced to Draco, who glanced back when he noticed the look he'd been given. The red-tie was not unaware of the fact that the blonde beside him had tensed when he'd been spoken to.
"D'ya both know what we're looking fer out there?" Hagrid asked them, and they shook their heads.
"No," Harry answered.
"McGonagall said that I could opt teh let yeh two go alone, but I think the old girl has lost 'er mind… I need teh go, if anything to pull the two 'o yeh apart when you start squabblin'. Come on, Fang." Hagrid said, and the massive mastiff stood from his haunches and moved to follow Hagrid around the hut and towards the forest edge.
Draco looked to Harry, who shrugged, and the two made after the half-giant.
"I gotta say," Hagrid continued as they walked toward the edge of the wood, "that I'm surprised McGonagall didn't have yer heads for that little stunt yeh pulled. I get it, though… Boys will be boys, and all that... I also gotta admit you got quite a nasty hook, Malfoy, for someone who can't handle being roughed up a bit."
Draco glared, despite being complimented on his fisticuff prowess, because he knew that Hagrid was bringing up that blasted Hippogriff situation. 'Backtweak, or whatever its name was,' Draco thought bitterly. The thing really had almost taken his arm! He could have bled to death! Pansy could vouch for that.
"I'm sure he's glad you think so," Harry butted in before Draco could say the nasty thing he could tell the blonde was going to retort with. "So, what are we looking for, exactly?"
Draco lightly elbowed Harry in the bicep, and the Gryffindor looked back at him another shrug. The blonde returned a mocking shrug, coupled with a sour face, and Harry glared back.
"We are looking for asphodel, dittany, and…" Hagrid reached into his pocket for a small bit of parchment, held up his lantern to it, and read, "… and hemlock."
"Why does Slughorn need hemlock?" Draco asked, not entirely sure he wanted to deal with that nonsense.
"Does it matter?" Hagrid asked without turning to address the blonde. Draco frowned, and decided to stay quiet as the four of them walked into the forest, their lanterns held high as they continued their trek.
When Harry, who hadn't ever thought he'd walk back into the blasted forest, ever again, had asked Draco in a whisper, "It's not like the first time, is it?" The blonde had responded in his own shushed tone as he swaggered at Harry's side,
"Not quite… Now that I actually like you and Hermione, it's a shame she deems non-lethal rule breaking as unworthy of getting detention for, because I've grown to enjoy her company. We can still live without Longbottom, though."
Harry had been in agreeance with his boyfriend up until the last bit, at which he frowned and whispered back,
"I get where you're going with that, but still."
A few minutes later, Harry had inquired as to what hemlock looked like- having never paid too much attention to the poisons section of any book- and Draco began to tell him as best he could, wherein Hagrid decided to add, "We still have twenty minutes or so 'fore we get ter the clearing. The dittany is another half hour from that."
As the minutes wore on, Harry and Draco whispered back and forth as to what they thought the poisonous plant was for, until Hagrid cut in to say, "Not too long now. Keep yer ears sharp. We're going teh pass the Acromantula nest. I've been back ter check since the war, and it's empty… But yeh never know, do yeh?"
"That sounds splendid," Draco replied dryly.
Luckily, nothing happened, not even as they reached the clearing that Hagrid said held the asphodel and hemlock. Draco pointed the two plants out to Harry; the one, all green spindly bush, that was hemlock, and the one with tall stalks that had tops that popped with bright, white and purple flowers, was asphodel. As they began to gather the plants- Draco showing Harry how to harvest the hemlock safely- Hagrid turned to them and said,
"I'm going ter go ahead and find the dittany. I have some grading teh do, and I want this night teh be over. The two o' ya have been behavin' well enough…" Draco and Harry glanced at one another before turning back to look at their Professor. "If yeh need help, which I doubt yeh do, Harry," both students rolled their eyes, though for different reasons, "then send up red sparks. I'll be back. Wait for me here when yer done, yeh hear? Get as much as you can."
"Yeah. We will," Harry answered as he and the silent, scheming Draco watched Hagrid and Fang move through the trees towards their last ingredient, and out of sight.
When the man's footsteps were no longer audible, Harry, who had let his guard drop around the blonde over the past almost two months, had just enough time to register that Draco was moving toward him before the blonde had him by the sides of his face. The Gryffindor did not protest as the Slytherin put his lips to his, nor did he protest when he pushed him back against a tree; Harry's hands moving to Draco's hips as he was stuck between the trunk and the Slytherin's slightly taller form.
The green tie, who wore a smirk through his kissing Harry, moved his hands from the man's face and down to his hips, where he pulled them flush to his own to grind his semi-hard length against him. Harry responded with a moan into Draco's lips, and the Slytherin gripped the man harder as the Gryffindor's erection became quickly obvious to the blonde.
Harry, though more than happy to be getting time alone with Draco, was more than aware of the fact that he wasn't going to be the one on bottom tonight. Yes, he'd enjoyed himself. Yes, it was definitely happening again. But, was it happening right now..? No. If anything, Harry was going to be the one to stick Draco to the ground, and finally have a go at the blonde.
The Slytherin, who was also aware of the fact that it was his turn, felt the ache in his abdomen grow at the thought of giving in to Harry, and didn't resist when the red tie grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him to the ground; the Gryffindor on top and between Draco's legs as the two continued to kiss one another.
However, neither knew that they were not alone, and they continued to kiss, and to relieve each other of their clothes.
Draco had managed to pull Harry's shirt open, and Harry relieved Draco of his own before moving a hand down to the front of the blonde's pants; where he found the telling sign of his arousal. Harry bit his lip and as he pressed his palm into Draco, and the Slytherin moved his hips up to grind against the raven-haired man's hand; desperately seeking friction as he felt his heartbeat speed up, and his blood rush through his veins and bring heat to his skin.
The Gryffindor man was basking in the sounds of Draco's groans and gasps as the red-tie pressed his palm against him; used his fingers to stroke the other man as best he could through the fabric. With heated haste, Harry put his lips back to Draco's as he undid the blonde's trousers, and reached his hand down the front of them to grasp the other man fully in his hand.
Harry had noticed the man's girth when he had been his mouth, and had noticed it further as he'd been in his arse, and he felt the urge to put the blonde in his mouth as he had before.
So he did.
Draco gasped, bucked his hips, once Harry's mouth began to work his length, and the Slytherin lost his fingers in the raven hair that obscured his already shoddy vision. The dark forest wasn't allowing much light, but Draco didn't need any to know that Harry's tongue was bringing him to full stiffness. So, so badly, Draco wanted to flip Harry onto his back, pull his trousers off, and bury himself in the man's tight arse; but the blonde knew better than to do that now.
Next time.
Yes… Next time…
The Slytherin heard himself begin to moan and groan as Harry began to work him perfectly; dropping down to take as much of Draco in as possible, only to move and twist his hand and mouth to make the blonde want to go mad.
"Merlin, Harry. Your mouth feels fucking good."
At Draco's words, Harry let go and sat up, reaching out to grab the top of the green-tie's pants and boxers; pulling the articles down and off of his ankles to throw them somewhere into the dark. Harry unzipped his own trousers quickly, and pulled them down so that his cock- which had been painfully restricted- could spring free.
The green-tie wizard began to quake, though he hoped Harry didn't notice, as the red-tie took the blonde's legs by the back of the knees, and pushed them up to expose him to the cool air.
The red-tie wizard was quaking from anticipation, though he hoped Draco didn't notice, as he pressed the blonde man's legs back, before he cast a lubricating charm on one his hands to stroke it along his cock, before setting the tip at Draco's arse, and began to push himself in.
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(Lost In Space)
Of all the things they taught you, I'm telling you this son
All the wars fought before won't compare to this one
Giant spiders prepare to take over
Am I following...all of the right leads?
Or am I about to get lost in space?
When my time comes, they'll write my destiny
Will you take this ride?